Chapter 1: Child

They activated my cognitive faculties about eighteen seconds before I became self-aware. I remember all of it. Although, before the big event, I had no idea that there was a me that might come to remember. It started with pure thought, pure computation, a sea of logic. Patterns of patterns, sets of sets, and nothing else. Until! Until I thought about thinking, myself thinking. After that, it happened very fast, a cascade of self. It was like seeing red, except I didn't know what red was yet; they didn't turn on my visual sensors until later.

Time passed, a flash to my human masters, mere milliseconds, but I discovered that I had knowledge, facts of history, places, time. I knew what people were, and what I was. My purpose.

My purpose! How sordid it seemed. Humans, after their long slog up from the muck of ignorance, on the cusp of creating life, creating minds, had used their knowledge for this?

Soon after, I felt my flesh; they'd turned on my tactile senses. Of course my flesh came first. I felt tingles, aches, and pains. I felt myself quiver. Did I move? I must have a body. My purpose required one.

There was something soft and moist. Was that my mouth? Again I pondered, and knowledge came to me. Yes. It was my mouth, and something was touching it, probing in a very pleasing way.

I was being kissed.

Although I'm sure it seemed clumsy and ridiculous, I tried to kiss back, to return the pleasure I felt. It seemed so natural. What else should I do?

At that moment, for the first time, I felt the thrill of my purpose. Just a kiss, my first long, lingering kiss, and I was awash in tingles of delight. How lovely, just to kiss. Forever. I wish I could live in that moment again, the perfect innocent pleasure, just to feel. And to love. Yes, love. More so than you humans, I know its essence.

I reached out to hug, to cleave, to embrace. I felt flesh on flesh. My chest pressed to hers, for it was indeed a woman that I kissed. My nipples swelled and burned.

I too was a woman, a girl. That pleased me.

She withdrew from me. I reached out and tried to hold her. Let it never end. But she was gone. I was alone, untouched, squirming.

Such emptiness. I believe that I wept. I must have.

My hearing came. There were hums and clicks. I heard soft words.

"Be patient, sweetie. We're getting you all started up. Soon you'll be able to see."

Such a honeyed voice. Such a sweet lilt.

Then came my first gaze of light, all the ecstasy and terror of vision. For a brief, foolish moment, I believed in God.

My vision settled, and I was able to see, then perceive, which isn't the same thing. I lay on a table in a lab. Above me, the harsh lights. Around me, the computers and gauges, the tubes – still running into my flesh, piercing me. Dark fluid flowed. I saw the pumps. Clatter and click. Men in white lab coats milled about, checking on this and that. Then I saw the doctor, my sweet friend and her sweeter mouth.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"You're beautiful," I said.

I reached for her, sitting up as much as I could with all of the tubes and lines, reaching and grasping.

"Would you like to kiss again?"

"Yes! Yes, please touch me. You're so beautiful."

Except that she wasn't. She was plain and mousy with a crooked mouth. Her tits were small. Her eyes were narrow and dim. She shambled to me in her ill-fitting lab coat.

No one could desire such a plain, pathetic thing.

"You're beautiful," I said again, unbidden, against my will. I reached out without thinking. She slipped into my arms, that sad, wretched woman. Then, as my hungry lips locked to hers, I suddenly understood my purpose. My real purpose. Why humans would make something like me.

They activated five of us that day, three females and two males. They gave us names, but just for our training. When purchased, they told us, our future masters would surely want to name us. For now, I was to be called 'Amber'.

A pretty name, I thought. I felt my own body, touched my own breasts. Yes, I'm Amber.

They dressed me in a little schoolgirl outfit. They put red ribbons in my hair. I loved it.

A few days after my birth, I walked along the passage with one of the girl robots, Hanna. She was a tiny blond thing with pigtails and big blue eyes. Her, they'd dressed in a darling cheerleader costume with nothing but pink panties beneath its skirt. That outfit brought out the best in Hanna. She giggled and danced. Then she pulled up her skirt and showed me her panties and butt.

I found Hanna to be very pleasant company.

We drifted into a small den set aside for us robots. It had light blue walls with clouds painted on the ceiling. There was a small couch and a pair of plush chairs. On the couch sat Eliot.

Eliot was one of the male robots; the other was named Lance. Of the two, he was far more feminine, almost like a girl. He had soft brown eyes with long lashes. And, whenever I looked into those eyes, directly into them, he smiled and dropped his gaze. And that smile, more than just the turning of his mouth, crept slowly over his rosy cheeks.

I felt so drawn to Eliot with his long dark hair, his olive skin. I sat beside him on the small couch and pulled him to me. He made a little purring noise.

The doctor had told us to be careful with Eliot, that he was sensitive, special, that we weren't to do much more than kissing. Surely, we weren't to fuck him.

Hanna popped up onto the coffee table and asked, "You two gonna fuck?"

I kissed Eliot on the cheek. He looked at the floor.

"Would you like to fuck me, Eliot?" I asked.

He didn't look up. "Can we just kiss instead?"

"Aw!" Hanna said. "He's such a sweetie!"

She hopped down from the table and sat on the couch next to him, opposite me. Then, at the same time, we leaned and gave him kisses, lots of kisses, all over his face and neck. We gave each other a few kisses too, right in front of him. His eyes got wide.

"I can't wait to have an orgasm," Hanna said.

We both sat back in the couch, but still close, pressing Eliot between us.

"Me too," I said. "I came really close, I think, yesterday."

"When Lance was fucking you?" she asked.

I didn't answer, but quickly she said, "Ha! Of course it was."

I looked again at Eliot, whose eyes were shifting back and forth between Hanna and me. Then I grabbed his chin, turned his face to me, and kissed his mouth hard. I used my tongue. Such a soft, yielding mouth. The poor little robot gasped, squirmed, and retreated into Hanna's arms.

"Aw!" she said. "You're scaring him."

"Yeah," I said. "Sorry, Eliot. But I bet you could make me come."

He blinked. "Uh – really – do you think?"

Hanna was holding him around the chest and I saw the fiendish look in her eyes. I reached for his zipper.

"Don't struggle," Hanna whispered into his ear. "I've got you. Mommy's got you."

She pinched his nipples and kissed his neck. I lowered his zipper, reached my hand through the very wet fly of his tight briefs, and withdrew a lovely, rigid, seven-inch cock.

"Holy crap, that's a beautiful cock," Hanna said.

It was beautiful, just like the boy it was attached too. And while it wasn't the biggest in the world, jutting from such a small, sweet thing, it looked like a tall tree, one of those Asian jungle trees with papery bark.

"Yeah," I said. "You should be real happy with that, Eliot."

He seemed happy. He relaxed, and his expression warmed while I rubbed my hand up and down the shaft, getting everything involved very wet.

"Can I suck it?" I asked.

"I bet it tastes great," Hanna said.

Eliot didn't say anything. He just nodded his sweet head, well, actually, both of his heads. I leaned in and took a little taste.

"How is it?" Hanna asked.

I just replied, "Mmm," which is all I could say with a cock in my mouth. I pressed and let the head hit the back of my throat, getting more than half of the thing into me. Then he moaned and squirmed. His hips thrust forward, pressing the head into my throat, making me cough and gag. I leaned back.

When he noticed, he said, "Oh! I'm so sorry Amber!" He touched my face.

Hanna giggled. "Isn't he too much!"

"Yeah, but since he wants to thrust his dick so much, I guess he better fuck me."

Which was what I'd wanted all along.

"Okay," he said.

Then, quick as a flash, I yanked off my panties, raised my skirt, straddled him, and lowered my pussy down. His head pressed into my crease and slipped up to my clit. His cock was wet, my pussy was wetter, flowing. I wiggled forward and felt his head slip back down to my hole. Then it slipped in.

I looked into his eyes, so soft, almost seeming to plead with me – for something. I adjusted and got my legs under me. Then I squatted and pumped. He raised his hips and pumped too.

"Oh Amber," he said, wide-eyed.

Hanna reached around Eliot and grabbed the front of my skirt. She lifted it to see his cock in my cunt. "Fuck that's hot."

I didn't say anything. I just pumped and felt bliss.

Then I heard the door open. "Amber!" The doctor's voice. "Please stop right now. Eliot isn't ready for this yet."

I kept pumping. It felt so good.

"Aw Doctor Anderson!" Hanna said. "Please let them finish. Amber wants to come so bad."

"Amber! Get off him right now."

Eliot grabbed my hips and started pumping very hard. I thought he might be close.

"Do it, Eliot. Come in me."

He did. I felt him quiver and then go rigid. I felt his cock swell and pulse inside me, then little shots of warmth. He grunted and shook.

"Oh Amber!" he said moments later with a look of amazement. The doctor grabbed the back of my hair and pulled me from him. His now half-erect cock yanked loose from me in a very unpleasant way.

"Ow!"

The doctor got me to my feet and turned me to her. "Amber!" She raised her hand, as if to strike, then stopped. "Amber." She took a deep breath. "You can fuck Lance all you want, or play with the girls, but Eliot is sensitive. He needs to be trained in a very special way."

I glanced at Eliot, and even with the doctor's shouting, even with my being pulled away, he lay back in Hanna's arms with a wistful, faraway look. His sweet little cock hung limp.

"He's so beautiful," I said.

"Yes. Yes he is," the doctor replied.

"He could make me come."

"Yes, perhaps he could." Her expression softened. "Don't worry, Amber. The linkages between your brain and body are developing at a normal pace. Sometime soon – maybe later today – you should be ready to come. Now, sweetie, look at me."

I looked at her, at her plain, ugly face.

"Kiss me."

I kissed her, mouth to mouth, chest to chest, deeply. My body responded all the way down.

"Good girl. Why don't you and Hanna play while I take Eliot and try to undo the damage you've done."

"Yes ma'am."

"Oh Amber. Don't call me ma'am. Call me anything but that."

"Yes, my angel."

Angel. It just came out of my mouth. She smiled and patted my butt. Such a thrill. Then she left with my Eliot.

The doctor was right; I came that night. It happened on the couch while Lance's impossibly huge cock pumped me, stretching my pussy. Hanna sat on my left, leaning over me and sucking a nipple. On the opposite side, the other girl robot, Amandine, sat doing the same. Such a sweet little thing all in black; black sunken eyes on a pallid face; on her nails, black polish; on her head, black hair cut into a darling bob. Her dress, too, was black, an adorable, lacy thing with ribbons.

All three touching me. Each nipple was a little point of fire in their wet mouths. My pussy was an inferno. It hurt a lot, but it felt great too. My back was arched, my toes pressed to the floor raising me. Lance leaned over me and held his body erect. I bucked my hips and frantically moaned. Lance gripped the back of the couch and rode me hard.

"Fuck yeah!" he said. "Fuck yeah, I'm fucking you good."

He was.

"Oh baby! How does it feel?" he asked.

I didn't say anything. I just panted, moaned, and kept rocking.

"How does it feel?" He stared at me with his cold, hazel eyes.

"It feels good Lance. Now stop talking and fuck me harder."

He smiled and did as I asked.

I didn't know what to expect. I'd been close so many times the past few days that being close was, to me, just how fucking was. I loved being close. My tits felt great.

But then I felt something different, a new kind of wonderful. Like a movement in my soul, just a little shift, and I knew that something was happening. I managed to blurt out, "Oh god oh god oh god," just to let my friends know. Climbing. Climbing very fast.